It is what I’ve grown up with.
A kindly soul with a straggly beard, torn clothes and a guitar took me under his wings, when I was a kid starving on the streets. I learnt how to earn money with music, from Lenovo. Life was good, till Lenovo did not wake up one morning. He had moved on, leaving his guitar and meagre belongings to me.
This stage is not what I’d grown up with. I learnt how to fend for myself. It was the pit in my stomach, and the blue eyes of that girl… it kept me going.
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A sad story, let’s hope he can get by with someone else.
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Thank you, Michael!
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I hope he finds another person to love.
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Yeah… That driving force is needed.
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A inspiration story of determination that was focused on love.
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Thank you, James!
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A quiet love story, a change in lifestyle because of pretty blue eyes. Nice.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Powerful and empowering piece, Reena!
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Thanks so much!
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A poignant piece indeed.
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Thank you so much!
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I like this story, in particular the way you contrast the narrator’s present lifestyle as a performer with his childhood spent on the streets, learning his craft as a musician. You hint subtly that he’s ambivalent about the change, but love keeps him going. Nice work!
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Thank you! What could push a young lad to do whatever he is doing.
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Solace can be found in music for sure.
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It is powerful.
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Emotionally powerful piece! Thank you Reena.
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Thank you, Suzette!
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rock on
rave out~
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The things that keep us going can sometimes be so small and so big
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Very evicative Reena. I like this
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Thank you, Lorraine!
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